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Her stomach shuddered, but she kept her voice bland “Watch your step there, C J, Roarke’s not nearly as nice as I am Keep your crew off scene,” she warned “Put one toe on, and I confiscate your equipment”
She turned, and when she was far enough away, pulled out her co a reprimand or worse But it had to be done
She could tell when Roarke answered that he hadn’t yet been to bed
“Well, Lieutenant, this is a surprise”
“I’ve only got a minute Tell me what your relationship ith Yvonne Metcalf”
He lifted a brow “We’re friends, were close at one time”
“You were lovers”
“Yes, briefly Why?”
“Because she’s dead, Roarke”
His faint smile faded “Oh Christ, how?”
“She had her throat cut Stay available”
“Is that an official request, Lieutenant?” he asked, and his voice was hard as rock
“It has to be Roarke” She hesitated “I’m sorry”
“So am I” He ended the transmission
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